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I snort. “Do you think he will?”

Zeland shakes his head. “The man has more restraint than a nun.”

Still buried inside me, Zeland walks us upstairs; a woman impaled on his cock is clearly no issue for him. I expect him to take us to my room, but he turns into the hall leading to his wing. I hold on tight, sucking at his gorgeous tanned skin, then nipping his flesh.

We reach his room, and I don’t have time to appreciate how massive this space is before he slides out of me and lays me down on his bed. He helps me out of my tutu and leather jacket, then impressively uses one hand to unclasp my bra—I take longer to do it myself. He wastes no more time before flipping me over and thrusting back into me; I scream his name once again, my eyes rolling at the new angle.

Zeland wraps his hand in my hair, pulling my head back as he leans his body over mine. “You might havebeen in charge before, but it’s my turn now, and I won’t stop until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.”

He loosens his grip on my hair and his weight is gone from my back as he thrusts inside me.

I arch my spine and push my ass higher into the air to create a better angle, so he doesn’t feel like he is trying to rearrange my cervix. “Fuck, Zeland! Just like that—harder!”

I scream over and over, just like he promised. His bed smashes repeatedly against the wall with loud bangs, but I don’t care that Ridge might be next door.

Another orgasm builds. “Zeland, don’t stop! I need that cock. Harder.”

He increases his pace. My small tits don’t bounce on a good day, but they are with the sheer force he is fucking me with. And I’m begging him for more.

“Please, please, please,” I cry, unsure of what I am begging for.

“Touch your clit. Let’s finish together.”

I do as he says, and as I stroke the oversensitive nub, it sends shocks of pleasure through me. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Right there. ZELAND!”

At the last scream of his name, white spots float before my eyes and the arm holding me up collapses, but I remain upright by Zeland’s fingers digging into my hips.

“FUCK!” he roars as he jerks into me a few more times before his sweaty body collapses on top of mine. We flop down onto the bed and he chuckles.

After a few moments, he pushes his weight off me and presses a kiss to the side of mycheek.

I roll onto my back and catch my breath. “So you’ll help me edit that tomorrow, to remove the fucking?”

He chuckles. “The fucking would make bank, especially with me in it.”

A throat clears and we both look over to where Ridge stands in the doorway. His intense gaze has my knees trembling.

Zeland pulls on his sweats and smirks at Ridge. Both men enter a stare off, and I feel like I’m intruding on a moment between them as guilt sinks deep in my stomach. I know their situation, but I still feel like I have done something wrong. That is, until Ridge storms across the room and takes Zeland roughly by the back of the neck. I watch in fascination as Ridge smashes his lips against Zeland’s. It’s so masculine and rough, and when Ridge’s tongue forces its way into Zeland’s mouth, I whimper.

Both men pull back and look at me, but I’m not sure I can handle this situation right now.

“I guess I will leave you to it. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

With my arms full of my clothes, I run buck naked back to my room, not slowing until my back is firmly pressed against my door.

Holy Fuck, I was not expecting Ridge to actually come and watch, and his possessiveness over Zeland is so fucking hot. Why do I feel like I have just opened a can of worms? But these worms are carnivorous and they’re going to eat me alive.

Chapter Nine

Zeland

I never intended to make Ridge jealous. Before now, he never blinked an eye when I fucked my way through his female office staff or had casual hook ups. He can try to hide how Aspen affects him, but I have known him long enough to know better. It’s in the way he came to watch us fuck, stormed in, and sucked her taste from my mouth, or even the way he sucked my cock once she ran away all flustered. Normally, I never go back for round two with any women, mainly because I don’t want them to get the wrong idea when I have zero intentions of keeping them around. Is it wrong to want to fuck Aspen again just tosee how far I can push Ridge? Maybe, but I have an inkling she might feel the same way.

Harry called us into the office early this morning. He knows the only way to have a conversation with his son is before he starts work or he will simply divert his calls and have his assistant tell his father he is in meetings all day. I left Aspen a note on her pillow because when I went into her room to wake her, she told me to fuck off. Clearly, the woman isn’t a morning person.

“—inconvenience.”

I tune back into whatever Ridge is complaining about. He hates when his father pops up with little warning. I have reminded him that a father shouldn’t have to schedule a time to talk to their son, especially if said son came to our monthly dinners.

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